Ah, ah, We come from the land of ice and snow, From the sun where the hot springs blow. Hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new To fight the horde, sing and cry: Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah, come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of we calmed the tides of war. We are young overlords.
On we sweep threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now better stop and rebuild all your ruins, For peace and trust can the day despite of all your losing.